1-3. The canal between us and the stop-planks.
4. Stop-planks in place at lift-bridge 21.
The ice is 2-3" thick in places so the idea of setting off and breaking through it on a run down to Marple was a fleeting one. Never mind the thought of turning the boat through 90 degrees to get through the bridge hole at Marple Junction.
Three cheers for the Peak Forest Canal Carrying Company/Renaissance. Visit Brian and Ann Marie's blog at www.furnessvale.blogspot.com
Due to the ice and the canal stoppage here, Brian came out to us by road yesterday and 'barrowed' 2.5 cwt of coal a quarter of a mile along the towpath from the nearest road bridge. He then did the same, plus 40ltrs of diesel, for Nigel and his narrowboat 'Middle C' moored astern of us. Thanks Brian.
A section of the upper Peak Forest Canal above Strines has now been de-watered for repairs to begin on the aqueduct next week. Stop planks are also in place across the canal at bridge 22 and 23.
11th Feb 2012, 12:00
For me, Cobble stones reflect a passage of time through history that is a tangible link with the past and the people who walked upon them. They give off a sense of permanence, of pride, of workmanship, of hard work, of satisfaction, of a job well done, of beauty; they bring their time to life.
They also tell of the fragility of our own life of three score years and ten that will leave only dust as a measure of our own endeavours. Yet there is a story a cobbled path can still tell long after the people of their time and since have gone.
PS. Many thanks for the kind and appreciative words for my post 'An Evenin' Ramble'.
3rd Feb 2012, 17:48
This out-of-the-way ramshackle small holding is set in a dip below the railway embankment with a track leading through the tunnel beyond to the River Goyt and Roman Lakes. I hardly ever see a soul during the hour and a half of a late afternoon walk with Gunner.
Impatient water, proud viaduct, call of a fox, neigh of a horse, trill of a robin, caw of a crow, crunch of boot on gravel, report of a shotgun, buzz of a chainsaw, growl of a tractor, blackbird rustling the leaf litter, bark of a stray dog, far off voice calling a beloved horse to hand, trees creaking, rattle of a passing train, stumps of recently felled trees, an old footpath re-established, wood-piles left to birds and bugs, cushioning wood chippings underfoot, the stoic rhythm of a narrowboat engine, wood smoke on the air, glow from a far off cottage window, welcoming navigation light, smoke lazily drifting from a boat chimney (mine), daylight gone, Gunner nuzzling my hand in the darkness; just some of the sights and sounds from an evening walk.
31st Jan 2012, 11:41